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lips and gave me three soft kisses. “Don’t worry,
ma belle,
we have twenty-four more days of our
lune de miel
period. I promise to make them the best twenty-four days of your life.”
    I barely heard Luc’s words, though, because I was already worrying about what I would wear to the bar tonight. Then I remembered my text exchange with Lexi. A dose of her feistiness—and her shopping expertise—was just what I needed.
    At the same time, after everything that had just happened, I didn’t want to leave Luc alone on the last afternoon of our honeymoon.
    “What is it,
mon amour
?” Luc asked.
    “If you have something special planned for tonight, I’m going to need something special to wear,” I said. “Would you mind terribly if I met up with Lexi for a few hours this afternoon?”
    Luc lifted a knowing brow. “This isn’t a competition, you know. You will look stunning in whatever you wear.”
    “Luc, I’m not worried about Brig—” I began, but Luc stopped me from saying her name by planting his soft lips on mine.
    Running his hands over my hair, he shot me a sweet grin. “Whatever you want,
chérie.
”
    “Thanks, Luc. I won’t be long,” I said.
    “Of course,
ma princesse.
Have fun.”
    After Luc and I parted ways, I texted Lexi.
Where r u? Had run-in with Luc’s ex and having drinks with her tonight. Urgent wine and shopping trip in order.
    Not more than five seconds later, Lexi responded:
Meet me at Les Deux Magots in 30 mins. Not to worry. An hour of shopping with me and you will look so hot tonight, that bitch won’t know what hit her.
    Thank God for girlfriends.

THREE
    “Luc’s ex-wife is
Brigitte Beaumont
? Are you kidding me?” Lexi’s gorgeous amber eyes widened in horror as I settled into our tiny sidewalk table underneath the green awning of Les Deux Magots Café.
    “Dead serious.”
    “Now I understand the need for an afternoon wine binge. Here, drink this.” Lexi handed me her glass, then shot the young French waiter a seductive smile. Not more than two seconds later, he was hovering over our table with a goofy grin on his face.
    “We’ll take a bottle of Bordeaux,
s’il vous plaît
,” she ordered in French.
    The waiter held Lexi in an awkward smile before bustling off in his long white apron.
    “How on earth could he have left out that vital piece of information?” Lexi scoffed.
    I took a massive sip of Lexi’s Merlot, closing my eyes as the blackberry-flavored liquid sloshed down my throat, then quickly decided one sip wasn’t enough.
    “I know you guys got married really quickly, but her freaking face is plastered all over Paris right now. He had to have known you’d find out eventually,” she said.
    After two long gulps, I finally spoke. “I know. And you should see her in person. She looks like she’s eighteen years old.” The more wine I drank, the younger and prettier Brigitte became. “She’s absolutely stunning. Bitchy, but stunning.”
    “Yeah, but bitchy and stunning doesn’t equal intelligent, kind, loving, and beautiful, which is what
you
are—and which is why Luc married you.”
    When I responded by downing the rest of her glass in one fast gulp, Lexi’s eyes narrowed in concern. “You’re not regretting your decision to marry Luc, are you?”
    “No, of course not. I’m totally in love with Luc, and this situation doesn’t make me doubt his love for me either. I only wish he’d told me the whole story about Brigitte… and I feel like he’s hiding more from me too.”
    “What do you mean?” Lexi asked.
    I peered at the tables to either side of us, then leaned closer to Lexi before filling her in on Luc’s secretive connection to the famous Boucher family. But she quickly cut me off.
    “Back it up. Your husband
grew up
with the actors Nicolas and Marcel Boucher? This just gets juicier by the second. I have been in
love
with Nicolas Boucher since I was like fifteen. Oh, what I would do to that man if I ever got the chance to meet